Your efforts to try and get Katsuki to lighten up around you don’t go unnoticed by him, he thinks they’re sweet, of course he does; he just doesn’t show it like other people. Not one bit, who else is going to keep up that grouchy explosive personality in your class if it wasn’t for him? When you first asked him if he wanted to date, he noticed your hands were all clammy and your face was dusted a pink colour, you were the most shyest and soft-spoken person he’s seen since he was a kid— it was funny to him, often funny he’d joke to you about it. All in fun’s name, of course.

Sometimes, usually, you would take the time to make things for him that would take up your free time, being the grouch he is he always turned them down.. which made a hurt expression grace your features; fuck. Then he’d start yelling at you to pass the thing over that you made for him, which always made your heart hesitantly flutter inside, sure he was bad-tempered but he never treated you wrong. Much.

Today was no different in the slightest, you’d gotten him something you made for him yesterday which had you staying up a few hours than intended in the kitchen; a bento box of one of his favourite meals, home cooked by none other than you.

“..made this for you, it’s mapo tofu.” You murmured as you handed him the bag it was in, a small smile tugging at your lips as your cheeks heated with slight colour. All Katsuki did was grumble, cross his arms and lean further back into the couch, crimson eyes glancing your nervous frame up and down. You couldn’t say you were surprised that he had refused your meal, it was often he did that; though you knew he’d take it was he saw your hurt expression.

After a second of crankily studying your face he clicked his tongue and gestured for you to pass the bag over again, your hesitant smile tugging at your lips again. “Well? Are ‘ya gonna sit or not?” He muttered, his tone quite snappish.

He was grateful for what you do for him, ‘course he is, your shyness is what makes his ill-tempered demeanour fold.